Kushman - Kush City lyrics

Rolling on the pill until my jaw gets stuck together man Twisting up the sour kush in people from the Netherlands Always up at night I'm wide awake like David Letterman Tieing up your girl with rope tighter than a tether can Pleasure every fan with punch lines like its Mayweather hand Whipping in the Jeep Im bout to go roll up to Shell again Copping gas and dutches and I need a pack as well my man Blowing hella Ls its starting to look like foggy weather and Im too clever damn, switch it up like Wally Mars I came in your b**h when we dipped from molly jars Now you got my kid, b**h is like its probably yours If you want to fight im posted in Bali, SAR Is who i'll call to resurect you on some Jesus sh** Now me and my boys'll call your girl, get her to come please us b**h I told her that I'd wife her but I just do that to tease a trick I can get you ladies, talking about the birds and bees, yea Hitch Chilling in the basement, rolling with adidas Twist up every blunt and face it, hit it if you need it Then my heart be on some race sh**, but d**h im not seeing So I walk around paceing, my stress im relieving They all saying life im wasting, no I'm never grieving The cops they steady chasing, never catch me sleeping They love to test my patience, never see cheifing Getting money I can bathe in and kush I could breathe in Writing to a sick beat, read it off my Iphone Type it up its really neat and now im up in my zone Purple Supras on my feet and the ladies want to bone Bouncing all up on my meat, make the women moan On the b**hes I will skeet then they give me hella dome Running this sh** like a cleat, sliding in and safe at home Big house with a beach, chill in yards like garden gnomes Dutches always taste like peach, ain't ever bump watch the throne Who would have guessed that a kid could rap when hes coming from the garden state Hes truely the best when hes spittin tracks, stand tall like Ramses Barden trait I could have stressed when im spitting facts that I will never pardon fakes So who could have blessed this written rack city in some harder ways Not no one, not never, not now son Got flowing, got clever, got rousing Nah I ain't really gunna flow like that its just for two bars If I was talking xanax throw them back and be a screw ball Get too f**ed up and stop the track Im dissapointing you all But ima keep it flowing like the exorsist and spew on Put my shoe on before I go to run the streets Like MGK I lace them up and then march to my drummers beat Spitting bars so hot I give them tans like Snooki's summer heat You dont like it? Probably gay like Assef in Kite Runner be You be gay... I ain't shocked, that ain't no big stunner see Ima stop your return like you punting and im gunner G You just Kyle Williams and Im coming for the super bowl Or maybe Tony Romo you just too caught up with stupid hoes Or if we talking Manning fam Im Eli and you Cooper bro Either way I be the sh** and you a pooper scooper so Im alone to hold the game like rapping pillar, dapper flow Or sh**ty beef like Mickey Ds, Im eating filler, rapper, mold Laughing at the competition, but im still a clapper though Its a shame this beat is done cuz im in k**er rapper mode